I’d had a very good season (1986–1987), and again, a new coach decided not to play me. In the preseason, I hardly played, and in the first match, I was not even on the roster. This time, however, I had matured. Instead of sulking and reacting like a child, I decided to make a greater effort. I showed my ability. I trained doubly hard. In the afternoons, I ran in the Retiro [a park in Madrid]. A few games later, I was playing again, first string, having demonstrated my worth. The lesson I learned through the years was that it is necessary to be able to handle frustration. If you whine and sulk, you will not get anywhere. But if you fight and struggle for what you believe in, you can achieve a lot.